Park walked home with Abigail, his headphones in, not wanting to listen to her. He was still pretty upset with her behaviour today... Even if he didn't like Misaka, he'd have been pissed. He didn't understand how she knew what him and his mom had gone through and yet could mock someone for doing the same. When they got home, he took out his head phone, leaving his shoes at the door, "Eomma?"

Abigail looked at Park, worried, "Park, please don't."

Park looked at his sister as she struggled to take off her shoes and follow him, "Eomeoni will kill me."

Park sighed and looked at his sister, "Fine. I won't tell her... This time. But you better make sure that your friends don't do it again."

"Park?" Park's mom stepped out of the kitchen and looked at her, "[i]What is it?[/i]"

The boy smiled at his mom, not making eye contact something he had learnt at a very young age and had been struggling between when to look at people and when not to for years. This was due to being taught as a baby not to make eye contact for it was not polite to only be told that it was not polite not to make eye contact when he went to school. Ultimately, the shift in cultures was strange, "Was just wanting to know if you wanted any help with dinner."